Mike Davis, No More Bubble-Gum

October 25, 2011 - 6:47am -- jim

Who could have envisioned Occupy Wall Street and its sudden
wildflower-like profusion in cities large and small?

John Carpenter could have, and did. Almost a quarter of a century ago
(1988), the master of date-night terror (Halloween, The Thing), wrote
and directed They Live, depicting the Age of Reagan as a catastrophic
alien invasion. In one of the film’s brilliant early scenes, a huge
third-world shantytown is reflected across the Hollywood Freeway in
the sinister mirror-glass of Bunker Hill’s corporate skyscrapers.

They Live remains Carpenter’s subversive tour de force. Few who’ve
seen it could forget his portrayal of billionaire bankers and evil
mediacrats and their zombie-distant rule over a pulverized American
working class living in tents on a rubble-strewn hillside and begging
for jobs. From this negative equality of homelessness and despair, and
thanks to the magic dark glasses found by the enigmatic Nada (played
by “Rowdy” Roddy Piper), the proletariat finally achieves interracial
unity, sees through the subliminal deceptions of capitalism, and gets
angry.

Very angry.

Yes, I know, I’m reading ahead. The Occupy the World movement is still
looking for its magic glasses (program, demands, strategy, and so on)
and its anger remains on Gandhian low heat. But, as Carpenter foresaw,
force enough Americans out of their homes and/or careers (or at least
torment tens of millions with the possibility) and something new and
huge will begin to slouch towards Goldman Sachs. And unlike the “Tea
Party,” so far it has no puppet strings.

In 1965, when I was just eighteen and on the national staff of
Students for a Democratic Society, I planned a sit-in at the Chase
Manhattan Bank, for its key role in financing South Africa after
the massacre of peaceful demonstrators, for being “a partner in
Apartheid.” It was the first protest on Wall Street in a generation
and 41 people were hauled away by the NYPD.

One of the most important facts about the current uprising is
simply that it has occupied the street and created an existential
identification with the homeless. (Though, frankly, my generation,
trained in the civil rights movement, would have thought first of
sitting inside the buildings and waiting for the police to drag and
club us out the door; today, the cops prefer pepper spray and “pain
compliance techniques.”) I think taking over the skyscrapers is a
wonderful idea, but for a later stage in the struggle. The genius of
Occupy Wall Street, for now, is that it has temporarily liberated some
of the most expensive real estate in the world and turned a privatized
square into a magnetic public space and catalyst for protest.

Our sit-in 46 years ago was a guerrilla raid; this is Wall Street
under siege by the Lilliputians. It’s also the triumph of the
supposedly archaic principle of face-to-face, dialogic organizing.
Social media is important, sure, but not omnipotent. Activist
self-organization — the crystallization of political will from free
discussion — still thrives best in actual urban fora. Put another way,
most of our internet conversations are preaching to the choir; even
the mega-sites like MoveOn.org are tuned to the channel of the already
converted, or at least their probable demographic.

The occupations likewise are lightning rods, first and above all, for
the scorned, alienated ranks of progressive Democrats, but they also
appear to be breaking down generational barriers, providing the common
ground, for instance, for imperiled, middle-aged school teachers to
compare notes with young, pauperized college grads.

More radically, the encampments have become symbolic sites for healing
the divisions within the New Deal coalition in place since the Nixon
years. As Jon Wiener observed on his consistently smart blog atwww.TheNation.com: “hard hats and hippies — together at last.”

Indeed. Who could not be moved when AFL-CIO president Richard Trumka,
who had brought his coalminers to Wall Street in 1989 during their
bitter but ultimately successful strike against Pittston Coal Company,
called upon his broad-shouldered women and men to “stand guard” over
Zucotta Park in the face of an imminent attack by the NYPD?

It’s true that old radicals like me are quick to declare each new
baby the messiah, but this Occupy Wall Street child has the rainbow
sign. I believe that we’re seeing the rebirth of the quality that so
markedly defined the migrants and strikers of the Great Depression, of
my parents’ generation: a broad, spontaneous compassion and solidarity
based on a dangerously egalitarian ethic. It says, Stop and give a
hitch-hiking family a ride. Never cross a picket line, even when
you can’t pay the rent. Share your last cigarette with a stranger.
Steal milk when your kids have none and then give half to the little
kids next door — what my own mother did repeatedly in 1936. Listen
carefully to the profoundly quiet people who have lost everything but
their dignity. Cultivate the generosity of the “we.”

What I mean to say, I suppose, is that I’m most impressed by folks who
have rallied to defend the occupations despite significant differences
in age, in social class and race. But equally, I adore the gutsy kids
who are ready to face the coming winter on freezing streets, just like
their homeless sisters and brothers.

Back to strategy, though: what’s the next link in the chain (in
Lenin’s sense) that needs to be grasped? How imperative is it for
the wildflowers to hold a convention, adopt programmatic demands,
and thereby put themselves up for bid on the auction block of the
2012 elections? Obama and the Democrats will desperately need their
energy and authenticity. But the occupationistas are unlikely to put
themselves or their extraordinary self-organizing process up for sale.

Personally I lean toward the anarchist position and its obvious
imperatives.

First, expose the pain of the 99 percent; put Wall Street on trial.
Bring Harrisburg, Loredo, Riverside, Camden, Flint, Gallup, and Holly
Springs to downtown New York. Confront the predators with their
victims — a national tribunal on economic mass murder.

Second, continue to democratize and productively occupy public space
(i.e. reclaim the Commons). The veteran Bronx activist-historian
Mark Naison has proposed a bold plan for converting the derelict
and abandoned spaces of New York into survival resources (gardens,
campsites, playgrounds) for the unsheltered and unemployed. The Occupy
protestors across the country now know what it’s like to be homeless
and banned from sleeping in parks or under a tent. All the more reason
to break the locks and scale the fences that separate unused space
from urgent human needs.

Third, keep our eyes on the real prize. The great issue is not
raising taxes on the rich or achieving a better regulation of banks.
It’s economic democracy: the right of ordinary people to make
macro-decisions about social investment, interest rates, capital
flows, job creation, and global warming. If the debate isn’t about
economic power, it’s irrelevant.

Fourth, the movement must survive the winter in order to fight
the power in the next spring. It’s cold on the street in January.
Bloomberg and every other mayor and local ruler is counting on a hard
winter to deplete the protests. It is thus all-important to reinforce
the occupations over the long Christmas break. Put on your overcoats.

Finally, we must calm down — the itinerary of the current protest is
totally unpredictable. But if one erects a lightning rod, we shouldn’t
be surprised if lightning eventually strikes.

Bankers, recently interviewed in the New York Times, claim to find
the Occupy protests little more than a nuisance arising from an
unsophisticated understanding of the financial sector. They should be
more careful. Indeed, they should probably quake before the image of
the tumbrel.

Since 1987, African Americans have lost more than half of their net
worth; Latinos, an incredible two-thirds. Five-and-a-half million
manufacturing jobs have been lost in the United Sates since 2000, more
than 42,000 factories closed, and an entire generation of college
graduates now face the highest rate of downward mobility in American
history.

Wreck the American dream and the common people will put on you
some serious hurt. Or as Nada explains to his unwary assailants in
Carpenter’s great film: “I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick
ass…. and I’m all out of bubblegum.”